When I told Dad about the couple’s fate on my next trip home, he said life was like having a dream and then waking up from it.
“One moment, you’re rich. The next, you’re a pauper. One moment, you’re alive. The next, you’re dead. It’s just like waking up from a dream when morning came and nothing of it remained,” he sighed as he got up from his easy chair to get himself a cup of Chinese tea.
I am sure, at the age of eighty eight, Dad knew what he was talking about. After all, he had been through two world wars and in his own words, “Ngor sik yim toh gor lei sik mai.” It means he had eaten more salt than I have eaten rice!
Another excerpt from my second book, “A Daughter Less Ordinary”.